Desperate Lovers
Chapter 90 Not as bad as a cold heart

"It's her who drove a car to run over Miss Jessica, and now she is still in rescue!"

"Aren't they two good friends? How can Angela be so cruel?"

"Even if they are not friends, she can't be like this, is this...... murder?"

"It's not much of a fuss. She's as uneducated as her brother and bullies her classmates at school. She's not good in the first place.

If it weren't for the Chante family, these two siblings would have been in jail!"

There were a few people waiting in front of the hotel elevator, and they were looking at her just like everyone else, their lips opening and closing. Angela couldn't hear what they were saying, but it always felt like they were criticizing her and laughing at her.

She ran pale across the elevator, carrying with her skirt into a side stairwell.

The stairwell was dark, and with the sharp clatter of her heels, the sound lights were on, but after she ran past them, the lights were back to darkness. The stairs looped infinitely without an end, just like the nightmare she was experiencing.

BANG!

Angela broke her foot and rolled down the stairs. She rolled two or three steps and stopped, nothing serious.

There was no sound, the lights in the stairwell went dark instantly, and it was dark and silent all around.

There was a faint sound of water dropping to the ground, followed by the sound more and more urgent.

Angela crouched in the darkness with her legs in her arms, tears spreading across her cheeks at some point long ago.

She sniffled, wiped the tears from her face with the hem of her skirt, and stared blankly into the darkness ahead of her, not wanting to move or speak.

Cold.

It was cold in the elevator room, but not as bad as a cold heart.

Maybe she would die here, and the cleaners would replace her.

Angela circled her knees, her chin resting on them, his bones cackling against his flesh.

It's not that she didn't thought about revealing Jessica's true face after she was released from prison. It's not that she didn't think about James and his parents guiltily telling her they were sorry after they knew the truth. It's not that she dind't think about Danis apologizing to her over and over again......

But when she got out, she realized that all of that was just her thinking.

She had no evidence to testify against Jessica, and could only spend day after day under the shadow of James and Jessica with difficulty, flukily hoping that there would be an end. "Angela, where are you, Angela?"

The urgent and anxious male voice rang out, and the tears broke again, but she still stubbornly refused to make a sound.

"Angela, where are you? Answer me, don't scare your brother!"

"Angela, tell me and what you've suffered, and don't make it hard on yourself."

Greyson and Luna's voices rose and fell, but Angela clenched her lips until they were bitten through.

CRUNCH.

The voices of the two grew closer and closer as the sound lights came on.

Greyson looked at Angela crouching and sitting in the stairwell, stunned, his heart like a needle stabbing or burning on an unbearable fire.

She crouched in a tiny ball in the corner, her hair a little disheveled and blood oozing from the corner of her mouth.

From his angle, she bent over. Being too thin, Angela was outlined by the gown to show the shape of her spine, and with the scars on her shoulder, there was a sickly beauty to it.

But she wasn't beautiful to him, only heartbreaking. He remembered how she wanted to lose weight and failed, as she always had her baby fat.

"Brother..." Angela looked up, her eyes hollow as she looked at him, her voice as hoarse as a broken gong.

Luna covered her lips, tears pouring down her face, tugging at her husband who was still dazed beside her, "Hurry...... go over there."

"Why is your mouth bleeding? Did someone hit you?"

Greyson darted down. Unable to replace a handkerchief or tissue, he simply took off his suit jacket, gently and unskillfully wiping the corner of her mouth, his eyes filled with much care. With a taste of blood in her mouth, Agnela shook her head wearily.

"Why are you sitting here? Did you break your foot?"

Greyson anxiously lifted up her skirt and examined both of her ankles. They weren't swollen, but her skin was broken.

And that little cut was nothing compared to the scars that crisscrossed her leg.

Blood spilled from under his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and hammered a few hard punches on the ground, his hands soon dripping with blood.

"Is Angela hurt?" Luna was so anxious that she kicked Greyson, "What do you get mad now? Take Angela to the hospital now."

Looking up at her with her head tilted, Angela said in a hoarse voice,

"I'm not hurt, sister-in-law, go back with my brother. I want to be alone for a while."

"Has...... it been hard these two years for you?"

Greyson asked bitterly as he sat beside her, both hands propped on his knees to support his head.

Their voices were low, the sound lights dimmed, and it was dark all around again.

Luna glared at him before realizing she couldn't see, so she stomped hard on the ground a few times and made sound with two dry coughs.

"Angela, your brother said your favorite game is to ride roller coasters and bounce around. If you don't like this birthday party, how about we go to the amusement park now?"

Silence.

None of the three said anything more, except that Luna stomped her foot every time the lights went down.

Greyson, who was usually the most impulsive and mouthy, was quiet, like a different person.

"Angela," Finally it was Luna who interrupted the silence, "You haven't met your little nephew and niece. I think they look a lot like you. Do you want to go and see them?"

Angela looked up at her, her eyes brightened for a moment, then quickly darkened again, her voice was soft, "I'd rather not go."

Maybe when they grow up, they'll feel ashamed of her as a 'murderer' aunt, and then they might as well not see her at all.

Luna really didn't know what to do this time.

"Remember Aunt Susan?" Greyson inclined his head and looked at Angela, "After you were put into prison, she resigned from our family and now owns a small noodle shop near the prison. Let's go to her place and have a bowl of noodles for your birthday."

Angela hung her head low and didn't make a sound.

Just when Luna thought she would refuse or just be silent, she hmmed and then said.

"Brother, I don't want to walk."

"The birthday girl shouldn't have to walk on her honored feet."

Greyson squatted on the ground and slapped his back with great bravado, as if there was no gloomy scene just now, "Come up here."

Luna was afraid of Angela falling over, and hurriedly went over to support her, while nagging to Greyson, "Can you walk more steadily? Can you do it, and if not, let me do it!"

"What did I say to you? Don't say no to your man. If I cannot do it, how come those two kids of us?" Greyson yelled.

Angela wrapped her arms tightly around Greyson's neck, as she listened to the two tossing and turning out of the stairwell.

The three were so outstanding with their bright dresses and good-looking faces, people who were checking in looked over. A few of them were acquaintances.

They three didn't talk to anyone and went straight out to the car and drove to Aunt Susan's noodle shop.